Conan: Top Succubus, Madly Separating Couples

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Chapter 987 The Secrets of the Metropolitan Police Department's Flower

Miwako Sato explained helplessly, "If you don't delete them in time, your phone will soon be filled with all sorts of ads and irrelevant notifications, and then you won't be able to find the really important text messages..."

Before she could finish speaking, Miyamoto Yumi instantly bristled, jumping up and pointing at her:

"What?! You mean my text message is 'unimportant' and can be deleted easily?! I considered you my best friend! I was even hoping that when you find a super rich boyfriend and become successful, you could support my motorcycle modification dream!"

Sato Miwako: "..."

She looked at her friend, who was acting like a drama queen, and was so expressive that she had a few black lines hanging down her forehead. She was speechless for a moment.

"Yumi... is this how you treat me as a best friend?" Her tone was full of speechlessness.

"Hehe, just kidding~" Yumi immediately put on a grinning expression and leaned over to put her arm around her shoulder. "But seriously, don't forget, it's 9 pm tonight! Naoko will be there too!"

"Okay, okay, 9 pm, same place, I'll remember this time," Sato Miwako promised helplessly, gently pushing away Yumi who was clinging to her like a koala.

As she turned and walked out of the office, the smile on her face slowly faded, and her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily, clearly indicating that she had something else on her mind.

Yumi Miyamoto watched her friend's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, stroking her chin thoughtfully.

"Something's definitely wrong... Miwako's acting really strange today... Could she really be having a lucky streak with a guy?"

Meanwhile, the preoccupied Sato Miwako was unaware of her friend's gossipy speculations.

The midday sun was a bit too bright.

Miwako Sato walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department building, stopped on the steps at the entrance, and unconsciously looked across the bustling street, her gaze lingering on the direction of Beika Department Store with a complicated expression.

There is a giant Ferris wheel there.

Even from this distance, its outline is clearly visible.